De'Verro gives Arig a massage

De'Verro slid his hands sensually up Arig's body. The Guardian gasped when they passed over his sensitive flanks; he arched up from the massage table, partly away from De'Verro, partly toward him.
"Oh?" De'Verro said in a deep purring voice. "I have barely started."
Arig whimpered and mumbled: "Please continue."
De'Verro gazed at his ~~pet~~ lover, taking no small pleasure in the way Arig reacted to his touch. He traced a few circles on his chest and belly, just hard enough not to tickle, never taking his eyes off of Arig's face. While one pair of his arms busied themselves with the muscular chest, another pair began kneading around Arig's collarbones. The Guardian moaned and blushed. De'Verro felt his member starting to come awake in his pants.
"Close your eyes," he crooned.
Arig gave him a disapproving look.
"Come on. Close them." De'Verro passed one of his remaining two free hands over Arig's eyes and was delighted when they stayed closed. "That's a good boy," he purred. Arig scoffed a little but he immediately fell quiet when De'Verro leaned down and kissed his closed eyes. "Stay just like this," De'Verro whispered into Arig's ear, "and I'll take you to heaven."
There was more twitching in his pants and De'Verro just hoped he wouldn't get himself too excited before Arig was there as well.


     

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